Love in a Mine (continued)

slow fall

Steve sat down at the cozy table, enjoying how good it felt to put his feet up. He gave a smile as he finally relaxed completely.
Notch went to an actual stove like in a mod he had heard about from when someone joined him for a day or two while his world updated.
He snapped his fingers as a apron with a scene of the sky done in what looked beautiful and it had Steve sitting down with a dog. He couldn't get too good of a look because of how Notch was fixing up the food.

"How are you?" Notch asked.

"I'm good, well more or less." Steve sighed.

"What is bothering you so much?" Notch presses further to know why Steve had found him.

"Well, my stomach. It's been causing me a few troubles for four months. And I really can't figure it out." Steve explained before giving a defeated sigh.

"You shouldn't ever get sick. You're biological force alone resists all sorts of bacteria or illnesses. Much like how you can stay awake for months without a day of rest." Notch explained as he seemed confused and now was deep in thought while cooking.
"Have you been visited by anyone recently?" Notch asked with worry.

"No." Steve said, but Notch knew when one of his creations were lying.

"Who was it?" Notch asked.

"No one!"Steve snapped, now agitated.

"Was it a player? A troller? Someone with a hacked mod?" Notch began to question.

Steve picked up the glass mug in front of him and hummed it at Notch, just looking pissed. But as he heard the shatter, realizing what he had done, falling apparat into a sobbing mess. Notch saw this and paused the cooking before heading over to Steve and giving him a hug to comfort him. Steve took the embrace and sobbed.
"I'm sorry" he began to repeat over and over again.

"It's ok, I just wanted to know who it was." Notch said softly.

Steve was trying to calm himself down with his now puffy eyes and red nose. "It was Hero." Steve finally confessed. This opened up plenty of questions to come from Notch for Steve. But he first returned to the food and finished cooking.

Herobrine made all mobs leave a 200 block radius so he couldn't be able to feel or hear or see them. He sat in his large castle looking wolf to the chuckling lava which always seemed to be dragging at his soul.

He stood and walked into the dark hallways which were bloody in color and lit with red stone, flickers if faint light from his own eyes brighter than what he used to physically light the neather.
His footsteps echoed out to blend with the crackle of the lava boiling beneath him.
He was still furious and scared with the situation, still clueless to what he had done to Steve, clueless as to what exactly was spreading such venom into his heart.

The patrols were still doing what Herobrine had asked of them, searching for Steve and any clues on his condition.

Herobrine wanted him alive.
He couldn't ever bring himself to kill the male, but all this suffering had to be punished.

Steve shouldn't have such power! Only Herobrine could. Only Herobrine was alive, was he not? He believed his brother was not a physical being and he himself was tied to an entire realm of which he was dragged back to one way or another.

But Herobrine has no clue what he would feel to see Steve again, his thoughts beginning with a hug before beating the male senseless. Just to stand over the nearly dead mortal and see the appearing bruises and blood, cackling with a sick joy.

He had gotten so caught up in his thoughts he didn't realize he walked outside to a Cliff where he could look out to the lava.

It wouldn't affect him if he took a swim, but it's heat in the neather was unbearable even for him. Steve would be completely destroyed and get horrid burns two blocks away with which part of this hell he lived in. So he flew down and floated above as he dove his hand in and swished around the heavy liquid.

He was driving mad, not knowing how desperately he needed anything to talk to. His own silence was controlling as his emotions swarm within his head and heart as a venom corrupted him.

His code, his MIND was falling apart. And the seconds were many quick pounding of angry fists knocking at his thoughts.
And he was alone, not wanting anyone else to bother him like Steve had. It was all about him, all for him!
So why didn't Steve return his feelings after saying those words?

"I love you... bull shit!" Herobrine spat out at the empty realm around.
He hit the lava which caused a wave to occur. "He should have just said his mind! Teasing me and what does he expect? I love him, I devote my being to him, and I gave him time to think about it. And then he invited he into his home, he let me get close!" Herobrine began to rant, screaming at nothing as returned to the inside of his castle.

He was now outputting his anger as his white eyes blazed with anger once again and sparked with his overwhelming power, punching walls just to have them shatter like weak thin glass. He threw objects across the room and some peace's lodged into the walls. He was destroying his home, in and out. Using his powers and forcing himself into exhaustion.

He did this for days, days of just throwing a tantrum of destroying his home.